Visiting the Poor

A growing family in Poverty Every so often my family went to visit those who were less fortunate. There was always something that needed to be done for someone. One family in particular was a family of nine. This family lived in an old run-down brick house. They owned one milking cow, a family dog, and two horses that were being lent to them by the neighbors.Every time we visited this family I would always play with their daughter, Sara. Sara and I bonded the first time I met her. We had a special friendship that couldn’t be destroyed. We shared our dreams, fantasies, joys, and sorrows with eachother. At the time I did not understand how it was possible that we could be so close; but only time could tell.

I have been told of one particular visit to this family where I managed to get stuck in a fishing-net. It was one of those days that I didn’t want to leave because I was having so much fun. I was playing in the parent’s bedroom watching the father of the family knit a fishing-net. That’s when my mother, who was helping their mother bake bread, came into the bedroom and told me to was time to go. I darted underneath the chair where their father was working on the nets, and when my mother tried to get me, I slid between his legs and that’s when I got tangled up in the fish-net. It took both the father of this family and my mother half an hour to get me out of the net.

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